What's up guys? This is my first Finniss/Katnick/Everdair/whatever other ship names there are for Finnick & Katniss fanfic, so please - all criticism is welcomed. I need it! Don't be afraid to be harsh, but just not too harsh please :) Hope you like it, it's slightly AU and a tinge of OOC from Katniss but don't worry - I won't turn her into some lovesick fool who falls immediately for Finnick's charms. He'll have to try harder than that to win her over ;)
Anyway, on with the story!
Chapter One: Prologue
3rd Person's POV
Finnick Odair.
The Victor of the 65th Hunger Games - but more commonly known as the sex god of Panem or the Capitol's sex toy.
He won his games aged 14, giving him the title of the youngest person to win the Games, ever. His winning strategy was the solid gold trident that was sent to him as a sponsor gift, about 3/4 through his Games. What the other competitors didn't know, however, is that once he received that trident, it was all over for them. He used it to throw, hack, and slice his way to glory, killing a total of 8 tributes single-handedly, also tying with a 34-year-old Victor from District 2 for most kills ever, and was voted 'Most Handsome Tribute/Victor' after his games too.
Basically, he was famous - everyone knew him. Even those in the Districts.
After his post-games interviews, he was whisked away to President Snow's private office, so that they could have a little 'chat' about his post-games profession, like all the other Victors had. Unfortunately, he didn't get a choice on what his profession was. As soon as Finnick entered, him and Snow got right down to business.
"Now, Mr. Odair. I'm sure you've noticed that other Victors from your District have a profession that they start after their Games, yes?" Snow said.
Finnick's 14-year-old mind was puzzled at first - he was only 14 years old. He's basically just starting his teenage years; he can't have a job already. "Yes, do you mean like Coral Greene's job as an actress?"
"Precisely. But yours will be a little different to that." He cut to the chase. "We both know that you have abnormally good looks for someone of your age, and that the ladies of the Capitol have been very, fond, of you, shall I say. They all want to meet their newest Victor personally, and are willing to spend a great amount of money to do so. This could be a very profitable opportunity for us, don't you think?"
Finnick froze. He may only be 14, but he knew what some people had to do and still did do for Snow. It was disgusting, and it made the Victors feel cheap and used after every so-called meeting with a client. His ego inflated a bit, however, when Snow described his handsome features for his 14-year-old self. It was true, however. He had gathered the most amount of fans by far out of anyone in his Games, and even used it to his advantage. His angle during his interviews and any public appearances was to be flirty and seductive - and boy did it work. His mentors had never seen so much money pour in for a single tribute ever; and one of his mentors had been mentoring for 23 years. Mags Cohen was her name. Won the 41st Hunger Games. Anyway, back to their conversation.
"I propose that you, Mr. Odair, once you are 16 years of age, you will proceed in specially meeting some clients that I will set up for you, and spend some time with them."
Finnick cleared his voice nervously. "And what if I don't want to do this?"
Snow smiled sadistically at him. "I advise you against that. You never know what might happen. I'd hate to see your little sister, what's her name, Sally?, accidentally take a dangerous slip when coming home from school. And your other siblings and parents, it'd be just horrible if something bad happened to them; say they drowned while fishing, perhaps."
Finnick couldn't believe his ears. Snow was threatening him? He couldn't do that! The Capitol loved, no, adored,Finnick. If anything bad happened then they would find out and turn against Snow, and Snow couldn't afford that. Finnick would be 100% fine, even if he ignored Snow's request. Right?
Unbeknownst to him, his next words sealed his parents' fate.
"I'm sorry, President Snow, but I decline your offer."
Snow's face was a fleeting mixture of pure anger, chilling happiness and finally, calmness, as if he knew that he would be fine with Finnick's defection from his plans.
"Ok, Mr. Odair. All I can say is that I did warn you. You may go now, and I wish you a safe journey home to District 4. Send my congratulations to Dahlia and Aenon for me, will you?"
All Finnick could feel was a huge relief that Snow hadn't unleashed his rage on him there and there, but later on the train back, he felt an overwhelming feeling of doubt and apprehension about Snow's reaction and his not-so-secret warning that bad things will happen.
All he could do was just enjoy the ride back home, avoid sleeping at all costs and keep his family away from Peacekeepers and in his sight at all times. Easy. Right?
All he could do was pray to whatever god out there that his family would be safe.
All he could do was keep his mind preoccupied with useless things; such as what the weather was like in 4 while he was gone, and if he would find a girl to pretend to be his girlfriend, for what reason he didn't know. Maybe he was getting lonely way too quickly. Or maybe he needed someone to comfort him, and someone other than his family to love and cherish - incase Snow really does do something to them.
But in the darkest depths of his mind, he knew that the latter statement would most likely happen - whether he wanted it to or not.
Leave a review if you could please! I hope to make this story go a long way - if you guys review of course. Chapter One will be out hopefully tomorrow, if not then on the 11th or 12th. I am going to include some other things that I've seen some other authors do that I really like, but it won't be in the content. Just little things like the naming of chapters and review count shoutouts. All credit will be given to them at the end of each chapter, if I remember to do it. If I don't please remind me in your review or PM please!
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